Love is when you get up early every morning, put your children in the car and take them to school, because you know the yellow bus isn’t coming to get them.

Love is when you see the latest model automobile, but you keep driving your older one, because monthly payments on a new car are about equal to sending two of your kids to Christian school.

Love is when you spend a couple of hours doing homework with your fifth grader, because you know her school won’t pass her unless she really learns the material.

Love is when your child wants to go to school with a lot of her friends from church, but you know that a decision as important as how your child gets educated is one you should make, not your child.

Love is when you know your boy could probably be a good football player, and make Dad real proud, but he goes to a school that doesn’t even have a football team.

Love is when you’re a teacher who makes about half as much as teachers in a public school, but would never consider going on strike for higher wages.

Love is when you drive to school about 30 minutes each morning, when there’s another school right down the street from your house.

Love is when your teenager gripes about having to wear a school uniform, and you feel so proud whenever you see him in that uniform.

 Love is when you’re able to resist the temptation that comes every time you think of what else you could be doing with your tuition money.

Love is knowing that there’s a biblical precedent for how your are educating your children.

Love is coming to graduation and hearing the valedictorian talk about what Christ has done in her life – without her microphone being cut off.

Love is putting your child in an environment –  for six hours a day, five days a week, for forty weeks –   where he is loved. 

Love is being confident that your child – for six hours a day, five days a week, for forty weeks – is being taught the same beliefs and values she’s taught at home.

Love is having no doubt about the sacrifices you make concerning your child’s education, even though all your neighbors don’t get it.

Love is choosing your child’s school, knowing that it may not have as much, but because what it does have has eternal implications.

Love is having your child in a school where,“they sure are picky.”

 Love is going camping during summer vacation, rather than staying in a condo, because Christian school registration is just a few weeks away.

Finally, Love is loving your children more than your comfort, your money, your extra time, your convenience,
even yourself.